Author's Note: As I'm typing this... I'm just writing as I go along~ So then...
Swirling... spiraling down...
Crashing to the ground
Going way too fast to slow down...
Won't someone catch me?
I lost my parachute long ago
Passing blue, passing green
I've been falling for a while now
How much longer... until I hit something?
Be it ground, sky, heaven or hell, going somewhere
Am I supposed to care?
To hope I land safely?
I'm way beyond caring, hoping, wondering now...
Ah, here comes the deep green grass...
Soon, it will turn red...
Wind screaming, ground approaching fast
I close my eyes
Wait... and wait.... and wait...
And hear that sickening crunch.
Seems I didn't wake up
From this Falling Dream
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
The Poet's Corner
Thơ CaWhere all my poems are... a lot might be pretty short by some people's definitions... but oh well~ Short and sweet
